know her through me,
try finding faults,
and she would disappear.
let my confidence talk,
understand my urge,
let me not choke.
for her lend your ears,
relieve me of my pain,
because she and I are the same.
I look like her,
though I ain’t perfect,
I work through imitation.
She worshipped a God,
and I worshipped her,
she answered all my prayers.
it was a long dark night,
she never held my hand,
but showed me the way.
know that she was a warrior,
lost a few battles,
but bled and won the war.
The Vodouch
I walked over the cobblestones when I was in Praha,
I stood over the Charles Bridge and looked over the Vltava,
I was spellbound to see this wooden Vodouch boat,
I could smell the wet timber and hear it humbly gloat.
It could lull me to sleep and dream about the olden times,
It was a floating dream echoing the astronomical clock's chimes,
It gently hummed the song of the golden sunset,
It glided beneath the sombre Charles as a silhouette.
Screaming in a dark room,
You are still and voiceless,
The wood you own is as lifeless.
Books peep out from the dusty shelves,
Crying out to give company and hope,
Seldom you hear them, often you reject.
The curtains fail to hide your ghastly self,
Which the wind blows and gives away
You dislike adornments and colours.
Only the flowers in symmetry on the frame,
Appeal to you when they glow and sway,
The frame passes time but looks the same.